What To Do?
It’s been a while since I’ve last written on the BPW blog…at least it feels like it’s been a while. Memory is still pretty bad, but cognative function is slowly … Continue reading What To Do?
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Off My Chest
So, as you can probably tell, this is not going to be like my usual posts. My brain has returned to its normal, insanely fast pace. I of course didn’t … Continue reading Off My Chest
Depression Over the Ages
It’s a funny thing, depression. One of the loneliest conditions a person can experience, it’s nonetheless felt by millions upon millions of people the world over. And yet, despite being … Continue reading Depression Over the Ages
Safe Space
She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies … Continue reading Safe Space
Societal Genocide
A society screaming for acceptance Sits judging the alcoholic mom Religious people condemn others to hell As Priests rape innocent, God-fearing boys Promoting originality and authenticity Forgetting to disclose an … Continue reading Societal Genocide
It’s Time I Fly
Persistent I focus on growth, you cannot help but complain. Much of my life, it’s been the same. Never enough Or the wrong time, Too much, too soon. You find … Continue reading It’s Time I Fly
Rural Mental Health 911
There I was, minding my own mental health business when someone I know (read my husband of the last 20 years who is growing on me) suggested I travel with … Continue reading Rural Mental Health 911
Thin
I feel it It is trying to lure me in Singing its melody Like charming a snake Wrapping me in a warm coddle Promising to protect Never to neglect Except. … Continue reading Thin
Meant to Be
For his attention She fight Without his approval Her dreams would not catch flight Self-sabotaging rendered her insane Poison flowed through her veins Risking a life she could not love … Continue reading Meant to Be
Idle Hands, Busy Work and Fighting Off Depression
As a writer, the most important thing I can do every day is, well, write. After all, they say a writer is someone who wrote today, and by that measure … Continue reading Idle Hands, Busy Work and Fighting Off Depression
2019 and Me
A new outlook.
She
I come and go as I please. I always have. Usually, I want to be missed. But not this time, it’s been pure bipolar bliss; being a miss. It isn’t … Continue reading She
